The Art of Hoping

Life has been your art. You have set yourself to music. Your days are your sonnets. -Oscar Wilde

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March 8, 2012

We're walking in the air

We're floating in the moonlit sky

The people down below are sleeping as we fly

Posted by Katie at Thursday, March 08, 2012 No comments:

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Katie: *I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.* ~Anais Nin

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I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge--myth is more potent than history--dreams are more powerful than facts--hope always triumphs over experience--laughter is the cure for grief--love is stronger than death.

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There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typerwriter and bleed.
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